shhhhh Ouroboros He is sleeping now on my bed, curled up like a little boy, curled fist under his face, knees curled toward his belly, face serious, concentrated, in sleep. He wears only his socks- silly, black and white striped with red toes. He sat up before, moaning himself awake, disoriented, turning to reposition himself, cover himself with my pink cotton blanket. If I could take his picture without disturbing him, I would. 081115 ... fzvfdzsdrtgh fzvfdzsdrtgh 101116 ... Ouroboros little boy indeed. 140916 what's it to you? who go blather from